August in the south needs a little freshness of daily life. With a little leisure, a little money, and a little impulse, we've embarked on a...
Where are we going? To nature or to the big city? If you don't like the smell of copper between humans, then let's drink the northwest wind - start the Qinghai mini loop road trip.
The first time I flew on an airplane, I was quite excited, nervous and fresh when Liu Lou Lou entered the Grand View Garden. In order to board the plane on time, strictly adhere to the experience of arriving at the airport two hours in advance, get a boarding pass with a serial number before checking luggage.
Oh no, my friend's rechargeable battery was still in his bag. Will he hold his luggage?
Luckily, the bag was just opened and the rechargeable treasure was taken out, leaving a manual behind.
After the plane took off, the feeling of weightlessness intensified and the air pressure in my ears became higher. However, it seems to have stepped on the colorful clouds, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland of the pleasure and spirit, but also Su Shi "send mayfly in the world, a drop in the ocean," the same sigh.
The first day of the trip, I set off with great anticipation, but as the altitude rises, the temperature drops, and it starts to drizzle.
It was raining and cold, but it was the sight of a lonely stagecoach stop on the grasslands of Jin Yin Tan. The locomotive had patches of rust, but the back half was green leather that hadn't been seen in a long time. Under the overcast sky, the color seemed to be held up by the wind and shimmering.
This scene is perfect for posing for a few photos of vintage flavor and nostalgia.
Look, the long white dress doesn't care about dirty rust at all. Instead, it spreads freely over the brown and black iron railings, like a little flower breaking through the ground in defiance of the mundane.
In fact, what impressed me most that day was not this well-known attraction, but a desert that our leader Zaji found for us through local herdsmen, a mysterious strip of land that was connected to an oasis on the right and faced Qinghai Lake on the left.
The destination is about 1,000 kilometers away from us, and buses can't get there directly. There was wind, sand and grazing sheep, but the elder brother of the herdsman, who was leading the way, was able to ride an old motorcycle as he sped forward across the stone-covered grass.
Modern means of transportation are completely incompatible with this nature, because they all symbolize the same freedom. And we, on our way to the distant desert, finally believe that this place is "little known".
Lu Xun said, "There are no roads in the world, but when there are many people, they become roads." There are almost no roads here, and sometimes you'll come across grass that's a meter high. It's not far, but just enough to warm up. So even though the wind is blowing from all directions, there is no longer a chill.
Come here, get rid of the shackles of shoes, just to step barefoot on the soft yellow sand and feel the tenderness from the gift of the earth.
The desert is not sharp and cold at all, because at that height, our eyes will be filled with the blue color of Qinghai Lake. What's more amazing is that the creator drew a heart-shaped oasis. Maybe that is the beating heart of the desert, full of vigor.
The Tea Salt Lake lives up to its name. The salt is as white as snow and stretches so far into the sky that it mesmerizes the eye and makes it impossible to see the boundary between heaven and earth, just like a fairyland.
The caves, big and small, are even better than the stars in the sky. Walking on the Chaka Salt Lake, the cold water instantly stretched my limbs. So I got carried away and tried to walk barefoot into the distance - "knock-knock." The seemingly pure salt was so ferocious that it was an angular stone!
Having no choice but to slide forward one step at a time with the help of flip-flops that float when you leave your feet. The sun was just right, and the distant mountains were still water. We soaked in the salt water for over an hour for the photo, and our calves were red. After landing, we waited for the sun to evaporate the water vapor, leaving spots of salt on our clothes for the return trip.
Only sadly, we weren't lucky enough to see the "sky, clouds and shadows wandering together" sky, which remains a desirable pictorial.
It is significant that on the way, I heard a solemn remark from a staff member of the scenic spot. He said, "There will be more than 50,000 tourists here every day. If everyone wore shoe covers, how much trash would there be!"
It is undeniable that the purity of this place is enough to become an enduring dream in people's hearts. While accepting nature's generosity with immense joy, careful human conservation will amount to the continuation of the beauty.
In order to get a panoramic view of the Qinghai Lake, we had to use a climbing pole to walk the Lagu.
A colorful flag is placed every few hundred meters along a winding but always forward path. As the distance from the foot of the mountain grew, people panted and bent over and frowned.
Whether it's altitude sickness or lack of exercise. It's the colorful flags fluttering near and far that remind us that Qinghai Lake is getting clearer and clearer, and the look under the veil is condescending and inviting.
The results lived up to expectations. The lake blue that blends the golden sunlight into one is no less than the magnificent aquamarine. Quietly touching the fingertips of the lake wind, never lose the softness of white silk. The cows and sheep scattered on the grass seem to swing their tails calmly every day.
There, an energetic young man rode his fine horse across the meadow.
When someone asks for a photo, he and his horse speak each other's most affectionate Tibetan, then straighten up on their backs and hold on to the reins. A brief flash of shyness crossed the young boy's dark, gentle face.
No bathing at night, no washing of hair. Fortunately, there was an intriguing and anticipated bonfire. As night fell, torches were lit and the people of the Northwest were the first to dance, dressed in intricately patterned gowns.
The sound that resonates through the sky and burns warm in the darkness represents their passion. More and more people joined in the dance, especially the more experienced aunts in square dancing.
Sometimes God is not beautiful. To see the sunrise in the daytime, but it rains at night. Unwilling and unbelieving, I set an early alarm. The price of experiencing a yurt is a night without sleep. As tenacious as I was, I still went out in search of sunshine with a groggy head and an umbrella.
It was pitch black all around, with only the faint light from the sleepless streetlamps. I felt stupid, but I was happy to realize that there was a "Stupid One" ahead of me.
The second came to the lake and saw the sun rise under the dark clouds. There was light there, I knew it. It doesn't rain at the lake, but the early morning wind is straight and harsh, and no wall can stop it from whistling by. I got a headache after half an hour of lake wind, and finally accepted that I wouldn't see the sunrise.
As two people with no travel or cramming plans, the return trip was naturally tortuous. I stayed up all night and arrived in Chongqing. the heat of 40 was suffocating, and I couldn't help but miss the wind of Qinghai Lake.
I finally boarded the plane back to Guangzhou, but I was told that Typhoon Tiange was about to make landfall, so the flight was delayed.
At 4am, I finally went to bed, thinking, "I'd like to use the quilt as dirt to pave the way to the cemetery, and sleep until I die."
Nearly 4 hours later, this was the last imperfection; but the plane was still flying tenaciously when the typhoon came, and not canceling the flight was the last blessing.